In a world akin to the apocalypse, chaos worked to Du Ge's advantage.

A negotiation destined to have no conclusion was unnecessary to take seriously; it was merely a process of mutual probing.

"Why would I disagree?" The First Saint wrapped himself in black mist, his voice calm as the mist churned, "You immediately try to sow discord between me and the God King. Du Ge, aren't you the one who doesn't want to negotiate?"

His tone was steady, seemingly unaffected.